My Shadow Wrapped In The Scar Tissue Of A Million Sins. – Wrapped In Words

Scratching at my insides, wanting out, my leper, my messiah, my scars inside, thrashing about like a demented child, killing animals and playing with fire, my disgusting insides like an overused vagina, scratching at my insides, wanting out, my leper, my messiah, my scars inside, blood washes over me from above where I can’t see,…

A Mirror Shows No Shadow Only Its Reflection – Part One

The bitterly cold March winds claw at his face as he forces each step forward, pulling on the dogs leash sporadically as he tries to keep the pace forward and her stop to the bare minimum. The music blares powerfully in each ear blocking out the rest of the world, allow his mind to escape…

Glory Holes In Every Wall Around You – Wrapped In Words

Salivate the coming of tomorrow while you  waste today with little care, look at your world as it is not as you want it to be, facilitate change not because of what you desire but because of what should be, sanctimonious arseholes in a circle jerk-off fighting for the right to paint your face first,…